Whitefish River How to save a life

Nothing seemed consistent anymore. Things were changing left and right with new things sure to come. Ira had just given birth and would be den bound likely for the next few weeks at a minimum. This only highlighted the absence of the count and his counterpart which Howl had yet to meet. Aside from his own observations word of their absence was ever more present among the pack members confirming his suspicions. 

With so many new things and inconsistencies, Howl thought that presenting himself as something steady might be reassuring for those within the pack. Or maybe that was just what he was trying to tell himself amongst his own chaotic life. In any case, he stuck to his patrols with the side mission of trying to locate where Evergreen's scent may have been present last. Though it was rather hard seeing as how his scent both seemed to be ingrained within every inch of the territory as well as not strong enough to find a trail. At least now where he had had a chance to look.

His ears shifted as he heard the call from Emrik. He wasn't sure if it had anything to do with what the two had spoken about the other day, but when he arrived and saw that Connor was also there he knew it was for another reason. He heard Connor's questions and having the same sentiment he waited for Emrik's response.